Status: Complete
Category: PWP
Rating: hey, we're all porn-fanciers here, right? 
Spoilers: nope, nada, no way 
Season: he's ALLLLLIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEE
Content Warnings: sex. nuff said
Summary: Dan. Paul. Hot water. Sex. Who needs plot.
Archive: sure, just let me know
Notes: Happy Birthday Widget ;) 
Disclaimer: They own 'em all, I don't....please don't hurt me

Steaming hot water cascaded down his chest. Daniel sighed at the decadent luxury of it all as he lathered down one arm and up the other. He had showered at the base after the mission, of course, but the open showers and hustle of the locker room meant that was more a scrub down than a muscle-relaxing, mood-altering soak.

The water was never hot enough in the communal showers, anyway.

Turning around, he let the near-scalding water flow over aching shoulders, massaging his back and neck as he stretched and sighed again.

This was heavenly. The mission had been long, dull and rough. Cold, continuous drizzle had soaked them all through to the skin, saturating packs and making everything wet and heavy. The planet had never been inhabited, and there was nothing to see but hill after rolling hill covered with plants that reminded Daniel not so much of grass as seaweed. They had stomped through the Gate twenty-four hours after they had left, wet and achy, with nothing else to show or their visits but half a dozen soil samples in test tubes.

He had been dreaming of this shower all through the medical and debrief, and it was, if anything, all the better for the wait. Mentally sending up his gratitude for continuous hot water systems and adjustable shower heads, Daniel fiddled with the controls until his torrent became a soothing cascade. He stood under the flow, eyes closed, vowing not to move until he was a fully certifiable human prune.

A noise just outside his bathroom door jerked him suddenly to full alert. Without turning, he strained to hear past the noise of the water. His hand groped along the low shelf set into the shower wall, looking for something he might use as a weapon against his uninvited guest.

He heard a squeak of rubber soled shoe against the tile. Turning, he raised his hand…

"Hello to you too."

Sheepishly, Daniel lowered his hand. "Sorry. I heard a noise, thought it was burglar."

Laughing, Paul leant against the towel rack and took in the view. "Were you going to attack me with soap?"

Blushing through the steam, Daniel returned his unorthodox weapon to its dish and changed the subject. "I thought you were in DC until tomorrow."

Paul nodded as he shucked off his civilian jacket. "I caught an earlier flight." He started on the buttons of his shirt. "And I am so tired and grimy from all that flying…"

Daniel knew a hint when he heard one. "Sounds like you need a pick-me-up as badly as I did."

Paul nodded as he tossed his shirt onto his jacket. "How's the water?"

"Lovely."

His pants joined the pile. "Room for one more in there?"

Daniel retrieved the soap and held it up. "You'll have to work for the privilege."

Paul toed off his socks and slipped in past the half-drawn curtain. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine," he murmured low. 

Smirking, Daniel wrapped his arms around Paul. The younger man's skin felt cool after the heat of the shower. Pulling him in, Daniel sough his lips for a slow and steamy kiss. He felt Paul's arms slide in around his ribs, his fingernails lightly raking down skin made supersensitive by the cascading flow of hot water.

They finally broke apart for air. "Hi," Daniel murmured as he nuzzled Paul's steam-limp hair.

Paul nuzzled closer, drawing in the heat that was radiating off Daniel's skin. "I believe I promised you a scrubbing."

Daniel laughed as he reached to brush a kiss to Paul's temple. "Among other things." He chuckled as Paul's hands grabbed his sides and gently but firmly turned him to face the tiled wall. Strong, slender hands began to stroke up and down his back, kneading at his tight muscles and stroking down the smooth places. Daniel groaned quietly and closed his eyes as talented fingers worked at the tension in his neck, releasing the stress of the last mission.

His groan became louder as the fingers followed the ridges of his spine downwards, deftly stroking and petting. He could feel rivulets of suds streaming down his legs as Paul lathered up again and continued his massage.

Daniel reached up to rest his arms on the cool tiles as he gently shuffled his legs wider apart. Behind him, he sensed Paul moving also, then felt a series of light, airy kisses across his shoulders. He rolled his head languidly as the kisses because long licks, Paul's rasping tongue cool in comparison to the warmth his skin had absorbed.

Paul's mouth was heading lower. Daniel forced himself to remember to breath as he felt Paul drop to his knees behind him. Soap-slick fingers stroked down his crease, and he adjusted his stance even wider. Both of Paul's hands planted themselves on his buttocks, spreading him wide, and then he felt a puff of breath before Paul's mouth was there, licking around the rim, tasting him.

Daniel felt his knees go weak, and his hand scrabbled blindly at the tiles to maintain his balance as Paul continued to swirl his tongue maddeningly up and down and around. Daniel was aware he was babbling, knew that Paul liked to bring him to incoherency simply by touch and taste. But he wanted more.

Paul seemed aware of the change in his lovers' desires. Raising himself to one knee, he patted his hand along the familiar contents of the shelf. Finding what he was looking for, he turned back to Daniel. Dropping a kiss at the base of his spine, Paul ran a single slick finger back down the crease. Relaxing, Daniel pushed back slightly on the finger, signaling to Paul that it was all right to proceed.

Paul slid his finger in, moving it gently as he peppered Daniel's back with light kisses and small nips. A second finger had Daniel panting in the steamy air as he moved his hips back and forth in time with his lover. Finally the fingers withdrew, and a moment later he felt Paul's cock press against him. He pushed back, groaning loudly as Paul filled him. Paul's arms wrapped around him, holding him steady as his hands stroked and petted Daniel's chest and stomach.

Fully linked, they began to move, slowly at first, but faster and faster as the need to come grew stronger. The hands on Daniel's chest became rougher, pinching and clawing, and the sensation drove him into a frenzy. Behind him, he could feel Paul slamming into him, their skin slapping together before wetly sliding off again. His hands clawed at the tiles, and his head whipped from side to side sending more water flying.

One of the hands on his chest dropped lower and wrapped itself around his cock, sliding easily up and down in time to Paul's thrusts. The touch was enough to shatter the last of Daniel's control and send him hurtling over the edge, taking Paul with him.

The water was still flowing over their bodies as they sank to the floor. Dazed, Daniel reached around and pulled Paul into a one-armed hug. Paul kissed his shoulder. "Bed," he whispered.

Daniel nodded, not trusting his voice. Reaching up, he turned off the taps. Cold air rushed in, and they both shivered. Helping each other up, they padded across the saturated floor. Daniel slipped a towel across his shoulders before turning to rub his hands up and down Paul's arms. Paul was looking around the bathroom. "We're a hazard to your apartment."

Daniel laughed and rubbed the towel across Paul's shoulders. "As always." He leaned in for a long kiss. "But I didn't get to wash your back."

Paul was almost purring as Daniel gently dried him. "You can return the favour tomorrow."